Aokigahara
Aokigahara In nature’s cradle slowly drowning Upon the moss they wait for breeze In front and east, a snowy mountain, And
Read moreSee Rhyme.
Aokigahara In nature’s cradle slowly drowning Upon the moss they wait for breeze In front and east, a snowy mountain, And
Read moreSelf Exile Self exile comes at such a cost and who knows just who pays the most no wonder then do these
Read moreThe Dark Veil… Sour is a witches brethren, followers blind in life’s raw grit, manipulation and service to beliefs, the
Read moreThe Paper Trail Read these papers, sign your name, Initial every page. We have to keep a paper trail For
Read moreThe streets are naked, stripped of all clothing, all color, raw and bleached of will, eyes peering out of curtain
Read moreEnlightenment comes from my own soul, Enlightenment comes from my own soul, Deep within where my thoughts always go. At these
Read moreCreek of my summers – was named Bear Creek and it was roughly three blocks from my childhood home in
Read moreLove’s Musing This diamond, a small scintillating tick, A flawless passing to
Read moreRiding the Highway I’m riding the highway Leaving my old life and troubles behind. Knockers and neigh-sayers fall in my
Read moreI forgive you Dad – A little history, a lot of misery. My Dad was an intelligent, hard working man
Read morePetty Larceny … So frequent I question when your lies began how secrets clasped through granite chests. Where penknives pierced
Read moreGraves Forgotten – Born and raised in the state of Colorado, I have spent considerable time wandering in the mountains
Read moreThe quiet of equilibrium Shattered by a burst of adrenalin Blood redirected, only for what’s affected Miniature moments of evolutionary
Read moreYou think I do not want a simpleton’s way Father chose me to
Read moreOld Houses – I love abandon old houses and their stories that they tell. Growing up in Colorado and
Read moreMy Keyhole Garden The end of concrete sits the Petunias, a lavender petal points to the left from Maple freshly
Read moreFreshly Fallen Snow Way tucked away beyond the eyes The
Read moreWhite Rock Road and I Still Believe In Magic. I was born in 1960 in Denver, Colorado. The story of
Read moreMore Than Language It’s more a cadence than a march Your knees will bend your feet will arch Your
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